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Pictures of Thoughts
Pictures of Thoughts
Pictures of Thoughts
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A wide variety of poems composed by Arthur Johnson ranging from nature, love, events, etc.

The saddest thing I've ever seen

Was a little blind girl alone on

A swing,

She never laughed, nor did she smile.

Her heart seemed heavy for a little child…

-"The Little Blind Girl"

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 21, 2021
ISBN9781636920719
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    Pictures of Thoughts - Arthur Johnson

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    Pictures

    of

    Thoughts

    Arthur Johnson

    Copyright © 2020 Arthur Johnson

    All rights reserved

    First Edition

    NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

    320 Broad Street

    Red Bank, NJ 07701

    First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2020

    ISBN 978-1-63692-070-2 (Paperback)

    ISBN 978-1-63692-071-9 (Digital)

    Printed in the United States of America

    Table of Contents

    Prisoners

    The Emotions of Nature

    Poem for a Princess

    The Homeless

    War

    The Lady

    The Letter in the Trench

    The Scarecrow

    A Cat’s Meow

    City Streets

    Chapters of Life

    Stars

    A Joyous Moment

    Love

    The Brook

    The Old Crow

    The Weeping

    The Clock

    The Execution

    The Funeral

    The Sunset

    Just Another Day

    The Passing

    The Butterfly

    The Little Blind Girl

    A Thought

    A Thought

    Sept. 11

    The Spirit

    A Birthday

    The Mountains

    The Old Man

    January 6, 1997

    Prisoners

    I watched a hawk circle high in

    The sky; and my spirit filled

    With the essence of time.

    As I looked at the sea of mankind,

    Where no bars or shackles could

    Be found,

    For everyone is a prisoner of some kind

    I watched the hawk circle, graceful

    And free, I wished a hawk, I could be,

    For everyone a prisoner, don’t you see,

    Prisoners of drugs and of poverty.

    Prisoners of greed and of false reality.

    Prisoners of hate and of love.

    If

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